SecretKay, Author at NSFW story

[F]un in quarantine

I’m not the prettiest woman in every room, but I’m damn sure the best at getting a man off. I talk a big game and I always deliver. That why I’m the one who is always leaving with the hottest guy.

I take pride in being a slut. I lost track of how many men I’d fucked way back in college. I lost count of the women I’d slept with long before that.

Now I’m in my 30s and live with my female lover. She and I have an understanding. I haven’t gone more than a few weeks without some random dick in over a decade. I didn’t plan on breaking that streak any time soon. Then the quarantine happened.

There are a few guys I could call up and be sure they haven’t left home, but part of the thrill is when it is random and new. I like a chance meeting with a complete stranger or picking a handsome face from a dating app and just going for it. Unfortunately, going for it was off the table.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Everyone is social distancing, and I definitely want to do my part. I had to be innovative. Read more »

Sun & Sex on my last vacation…

The way I see it, men are only good for one thing. I don’t need men for money. I don’t need their attention. I don’t need their drama and jealousy and clinginess. What I do need is a steady injection of cock. I couldn’t live without it. I might prefer the soft touch and sexy curves of another woman, but I still need a good dose of dick.

The problem with living life with no strings attached is that it is difficult to find a travel buddy who is up for good food and good sex. When I travel, I’m often forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to get what I need. Fortunately, it doesn’t usually take much to find a willing partner when I’m alone at a resort.

On my last trip to the Caribbean, Jay started checking me out from the minute I walked onto the beach in my tiny thong bikini. He was a young, black, extremely muscular lifeguard with spiky twisted hair, like a rapper. He had enough confidence to walk over and chat me up right away. A few hours later, he was in my suite and stretching my pussy out with his thick black cock. He balled me from sundown to sunrise on Thursday night. Read more »

Taking a load on my tits…

I was twenty years old when I met Buddy. He was twice my age. We met online. He said he was a fan of some stories I’d posted. But, let’s be honest, I think he was really a fan of my tits.

Not that I can blame him. Like many Hispanic women, I have a nice, curvy figure. I was a bit of a wallflower around boys in high school, but by college, I knew that they liked my tight ass, long dark hair, and taut legs.

I can’t say Buddy caught my attention right away, but when he offered to take me out to a nice dinner and one of the fanciest places in town, I agreed to meet him. We met on a Saturday, and five courses and two hours later I was riding his cock in the front seat of his car–while it was parked in a still full parking lot.

Buddy loved that. In fact, I could tell early on that he had a lot of fantasies. He was way into porn–which was never a big deal to me–except that sometimes it felt like he wanted to make me into his own little porn star. He really got off on things that were “forbidden” or new. He was always trying to introduce toys–something I’ve never needed or wanted in my sex life. Read more »

My [f]irst time taking BBC

When it comes to sex–and life in general–I’ve got a No Discrimination policy. I don’t judge people in terms of age, race…or even gender. I love to fuck. And I love to be pleased. And closing off any avenue of pleasure would just be foolish!

I’ve always had a thing for black cock. It’s not about size–though that’s certainly a nice part of it. And it’s not about the allure of something forbidden or exotic. It’s more about ripped guys with muscles who can fuck all night.

And maybe it’s connected to youth. We always romanticize the things that happen when we’re young. And I never forget anyone that makes an impression. And Ant certainly made an impression!

I’ve been a basketball junkie for as long as I can remember. Not that I could ever play. I’m too short. And while I’m certainly flexible, graceful, and have a lot of stamina at some activities, that never translated to being athletic. Or maybe I just found better ways to spend my time than practicing! Read more »

[F] I met a couple at the club

I’m not the type of girl who goes to nightclubs. At least not now. Not in my early thirties.

That wasn’t always the case, though. And sometimes I still get an itch that needs a scratch. It’s not about dancing or drinks. It’s about going home with a stranger. These days you can meet someone within a couple of hours on a dating app. But it’s not the same thrill.

I don’t feel like I’m the most attractive woman in any bar. I’m leggy and fit and I have nice tits. I’m exotic, and that’s attractive to some people. I’m not a classic beauty but I have an abundance of confidence. That counts for a lot.

I was in a strange city on a work trip and completely alone. It didn’t take much to find a dance club, though. I went in wearing a white satin buttondown blouse and a little black skirt. It was a little too sexy for the office and way too formal for a club, but I didn’t have a cocktail dress in my luggage.

I danced on the floor alone. Eyes closed. Hips swaying. Feeling the music. Read more »

He wanted to share me with his wife…

“You want this pussy, baby?”

I was straddling Glen on all fours. My face was hovering inches above his hard cock. My long dark-hair tickled his erection as I glanced over my shoulder. My panties were on the floor–along with most of my clothes–and my wet pussy was just inches from his nose.

I was wearing a black slip skirt, bra, and garter belt with cream-colored stockings.

With one hand I pulled the skirt up so he could see my bare ass. I put two fingers between the lips of my cunt and spread it in front of his face. I spread my fingers open and shut, flashing him my pink.

Slow, erotic music was playing in the background and I wagged my hips slowly to the bass.

“You like this pussy?” I repeated.

Glen made an affirmative grunt. I knew he was dying to taste me. But he was helpless to do anything about it. His arms were spread above his head–each one cuffed to a corner bedpost. He wore a snug metal cock ring that would make it virtually impossible for him to cum. Read more »